Weaving winding wild expressions
\nSearing mindful dark regressions
\nSoaring upwards soaring sideways
\nSilent missions to the moon
\nVoices coming wildness numbing
\nSpirit moving sort of grooving
\nSomeone soon
\nWaves us on to higher pastures
\nDrags us through a forest glen
\nFeel the Hare it\u2019s great heart beating
\nFighting shy of the Hunting men<\/p>\n
Brutal and bitter nothing fitter
\nReady to run and switch and turn
\nDogs are chasing we keep racing
\nOut of harms way
\nThe concern
\n escape keep going
\nToo and fro ing
\nTruly knowing
\nOf the hunters wrath
\nFamily needs me
\nMust keep going
\nMust keep fighting
\nIt\u2019s the path
\nOn it we are good and ready
\nJust be steady
\nWe can be
\nOut there in the fearsome flurry
\nWith my family forever free<\/p>\n
Floyd\u2019s pink haven
\nBasking skywards
\nClouds of crimson
\nPart of me
\nA melting heart
\nThe forest beckons
\nI love every single tree
\nEvery leaf and every tendril
\nAnd the sound of every Bee
\nAll wild souls remain aloof
\nWe are part of life and we
\nHate the hunters and their calling
\nFor on this earth they should never be.<\/p>\n
Listening to a compilation of Pink Floyd
\nAnd what comes to mind in flashes of inspiration.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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